I always feel a little weird coming back from a blog white-out. There was stuff I would have blogged about at the time, but ten days later it seems a little silly.
I am super duper sleepy, although a lot less exhausted than when I left. I have the house to myself for a couple days which is weird. I am back to hating the Minneapolis/St. Paul airport. I am more okay with telling Cassidy that I love him, but I refuse to let "I love you" stand in for "bye now." I have now beaten my dad TWICE at Scrabble. This is a first. I mean, the first time was a first, and the second time was a first that I'd done it twice.
Before, when I would go to San Diego for Christmas, I always stayed through the 28th, because it was my grandmother's birthday.